Every Ben Tennyson throughout space and time has had his fate intertwined with that of the Omnitrix, except for one. After fighting alongside his alternate counterparts to defeat Vilgax, Ben decided he'd fight alongside his grandfather by joining th...
We climbed up the ladder to the Omniship, the metal cool beneath our hands. I pressed my palm to the hand scanner beside the hatch—its soft glow pulsed once, then the door slid open with a hiss.
"Captain confirmed," the system chimed.
Inside, the ship was quiet—until a low grunt echoed from somewhere deeper in the hull.
Kirishima and I exchanged glances. Riot perked up, ears twitching.
Without a word, we rushed toward the sound.
The Omniship was still mostly barebones. Our personal quarters were set up, the bridge was functional, and the cargo hold was nearly empty—most of the Rooters' stolen gear had been handed over to the Plumbers. The lab was cleared out, and the lounge room—our makeshift cafeteria and hangout spot—was the only space that felt remotely lived-in.
As we approached the lounge, the door slid open automatically.
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Inside, we saw the bags from our earlier market run scattered across the floor, along with a few extra boxes—probably Kacchan and Todoroki's haul.
Speaking of them...
"KACCHAN!!!" "BAKUGO!!!"
Kirishima and I shouted in unison.
There he was—sprawled across the couch, face flushed red, clutching a half-empty bottle of something suspiciously alcoholic.
Kirishima lunged forward and snatched the bottle from his hand.
"Oi... oi..." Kacchan slurred, wobbling to his feet. "Gimme... burp... back my drink... or I'll... gulp... roast ya alive!"
"Kacchan, we're still teenagers!" I said, exasperated.
"Yeah, man! You can't be drinking alcohol!" Kirishima added, holding the bottle high.
He turned to Todoroki, who was calmly swiping through his terminal like nothing was wrong.
"And you! Why didn't you stop him?!"
Todoroki blinked. "Why should I? We're adults now. If he wants to drink, let him drink."
"Say what??" Kirishima and I said in unison.
Kacchan snatched the bottle back and collapsed onto the couch, snoring almost instantly.
Todoroki explained: apparently, in this galaxy, anyone fifteen or older is considered an adult by Intergalactic Law. That's why the Plumbers didn't bat an eye about us flying a ship. Kacchan found out while shopping, wandered into the alcohol aisle, and—after Todoroki told him the legal age—grabbed five bottles and started chugging the moment he got back.
Kirishima sighed, rubbing his temples. "Welp. Guess we just wait for him to sober up."
I nodded, then turned to Todoroki. "So... what are all these boxes?"
